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Well I can still smell the |
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Portland air |
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And it makes me sick to my stomach |
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To think of what you've become |
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These tall evergreens |
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And the lights of your city |
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Should have warned me long ago |
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That I fell way too fast |
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If mountains could talk |
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This one would share its secrets with me |
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Of what it has seen |
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Of you and the way you move |
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So now that |
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I'm listening |
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I've got my ear to the wall and my feet are touching the ground |
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I'm trying not to give myself away |
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But my heart is beating way too loud |
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And that got my thinking |
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One may never be as happy as one seems |
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So I'll go ahead and give myself away |
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Cause this dream is taking all of me |
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You won't talk |
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And it remained |
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Just you and |
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I overlooking these |
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Portland lights |
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From the top of a mountain |
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In a park where you call home |
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From the top of a mountain |
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In a park where you call home |
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If mountains could talk |
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This one would share its secrets with me |
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Of what it has seen |
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Of you and the way you move |
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So now that |
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I'm listening |
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I've got my ear to the wall and my feet are touching the ground |
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I'm trying not to give myself away |
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But my heart is beating way too loud |
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And that got my thinking |
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One may never be as happy as one seems |
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So I'll go ahead and give myself away |
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Cause this dream is taking all of me |
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Things got a little crazy for me for that week |
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Where I drank myself stupid to the point where |
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I couldn't even speak |
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It's beautiful here, |
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I don't ever want to leave |
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Then I thought about the unfortunate side effect |
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Of me being me |
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And I remembered |
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Back where this leads |
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Back to the park where you call home |
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And me realizing |
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What back then |
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I should have known |
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I'd hate what you'd become |
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Well I can still smell that |
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Portland air |
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So now that |
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I'm listening |
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I've got my ear to the wall and my feet are touching the ground |
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I'm trying not to give myself away |
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But my heart is beating way too loud |
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And that got my thinking |
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One may never be as happy as one seems |
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So I'll go ahead and give myself away |
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Cause this dream is taking all of me |